We lazed by the stream
your head on my lap
as I stared up through the pines
at the afternoon clouds
on their way to tomorrow.

Only the gulls cared
and so complained
to one another
there was no one else
who would listen.

The water cooled our dreams
quite sure they
had nowhere to go
but down, and down again
to drown at the edge of the sea.

Yet there was fire
not easily doused
by nature’s will;
we were still young
and I believed in miracles.